I decided I'd post a rather unusual character sheet from a first person perspective.
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Me and I remember our first thoughts upon recreation. We are slipping? We questioned ourselves but could find no logical answer behind why this thought ever existed 'nor why it was asked of us by us. However we were left in awe upon realizing our form. Those around us being other me's but still being themselves. It is still hard to define, but we still feel as if all of us are me. Each other one which walks in its own form, drones within its own thoughts and even creates its own actions, yet we are the same. The connection is not present however, as it once was before, or were we ever numerous but only one?
These thoughts plague us in the wake of news that our young kind has been contrasted by even greater forces in this plane. We hear stories from passerby ships which allow us to attach to its own individual beings energy and hear of a force deep in the reaches of this 'space' beyond the comfort of our world. Though there have been some which have attached themselves to alien individuals to explore, yet many take so long to return if they ever return. Each time we feel it, us feels it; but for the first time a word came to thought from something we heard once. I. As in truly singular, there is no other in me but I. While the others are not us, but themselves? It is hard for us to comprehend such ideals, yet we know them to be true by our own forms.
But it is now different for I.
I felt my energy quiver as the world turned once more to our dark sun, its red contrasted against our cool world across the slick horizon of great spires of nature and the purple clouds which hung high in our expanding atmosphere. It was then I experienced what other beings call the death disease that all mortal beings suffer during what they call life.
But why now?
A strange aura moved through my body, I felt my very existence begin to fray as the many thoughts and experiences poured through us. Or was it I? Either way it all drew to a blank for what felt equal to the 'life' me and I had lived. But it was no longer a consensus of us, but I had begun to understand how we were truly and only I. When I awoke from this death disease my body was anew, similar to before but my features had become more defined. I had begun to resemble the alien we first made contact with so many years ago, they called themselves human. There were ten fingers as they had, ten toes as they had. Unlike my first generation companions, my back had begun to have a concave curve instead of our seemingly gas like appearance of having no shape in our abdomens. My head had become that of an oval but no features other than blue and green tied together within my dark translucent skin. The rest of my body was still that of its original, two limp arms and legs with no defining traits other than an unusual amount of purple within the left and a strange variety of cool colors with small hints of yellow.
But it was only a handful of months according to my favorite calender from the humans, "Gregorian". Though I have made some minor changes to it in order to properly measure our days, months and years. Our planet spins faster, rotates faster and revolves around its star faster. Maybe another reason for these fragile beings to avoid making surface contact with our world.
But my mind comes back to something. These great beings, like the Gods the many humans worshiped. I have wondered, could I truly have the chance of meeting a being of such power in my time? Or would such a being destroy my meager existence with but a twitch of its brow. There is one thing that both I and what was us had agreed upon. I have gained my individuality and will not see it stripped away to be put back into what was us. I like me. I am me. I call myself Olbap.
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I hope the dialogue wasn't to abstract or confusing, though it seems to read well for a being struggling between the idea of once being many but now comprehending that it is but one of many. To note, I've taken some influence from a variety of sources. Can you guess who the name Olbap is derived from?